#yoko’s legacy

[beatlepaul4ever]

To everyone annoyed the video isn’t serious.

If they didn’t know how wonderfully weird and goofy they were, they’re only surface skimming fans.

[cinemaobscura]

The Vampire Doll | 幽霊屋敷の恐怖 血を吸う人形 (1970) dir. Yamamoto Michio

[cinderellaenjoyer]

Who do the Magiced Up girls ship with our darling Romiette? Could you imagine the group having whole arguments and debates about who she should end up with 😭😭

THEY WOULD. I think Aisha would be a multi-shipper, though she'd lean more towards Devin x Romiette, but she'd just want Romiette to be happy and loved. Mika would ship her with Lee/Wildcard or High Lord Rango because she thinks it's romantic for a hero to fall in love with a villain (at least pre finding out Hikari is a supervillain). Natsumi wouldn't neccarily ship them, but she would find the angle of Erebus turning Romiette into his dark bride an intresting angle. Yoko would ship her with Carlos soley to write them wrestling in fanfics. Mikako wouldn't really think or care about shipping, probably just see whoever has the most chemistry with Romiette by the end of the series. Akemi would be into Kyle x Romiette or Devin x Romiette.

Bonus: Haruna would call shipping stupid (pre-redemption at least), but she'd find probably ship Romiette with the wealthier love intrests (Robbie or Lee probably) because it would be 'the best way to progress in life' despite Romiette being a fictional character

[merrysithmas]

the beatles need a modern meta animated show like Agent Elvis

[beatlesblogger]

News Round-Up: Some Films and Books On The Way

There are not one but two John Lennon and Yoko Ono films set for release shortly. The first, and the most interesting, is One to One: John & Yoko which has just premiered at the Venice International Film Festival and is getting very good reviews. It is a documentary set in New York in 1972 exploring not only John and Yoko’s new-found love of that city, but also their musical, personal, artistic,…

[jimluce]

John Lennon's Imagine: Timeless Anthem of Peace and Unity

From Its Creation to Global Impact: Celebrating a Song of Hope and Change New York, N.Y. – John Lennon first sang ‘Imagine’ over forty years ago. Today, the song’s words and its message are just as important because they remind us to imagine peace at a time when our world doesn’t seem very peaceful. “Imagine” is a song by John Lennon from his 1971 album of the same name. As his best-selling…

[inspiteallthedanger]

I think it’s highly likely that if John and May had stayed together, May would have ended up dead and the Beatles legacy would have been destroyed. For that reason, I doubt whether Paul has any regrets about urging John to go back to Yoko. Well, he might have regrets when he thinks about John as he was before the fame and the drugs and the hangers on. But surely not when he thinks about what John was like during the last 12 or so years of his life.

Gotta say, I have literally zero idea where you’re getting any of this take from, but can say I (and Paul) don’t agree with it.

[thenorbertnorberts]

[bishiedoll]

Audrey Hepburn and Shoujo Manga.

Something I wish more people talked about when discussing the history of shoujo manga is the influence of Audrey Hepburn. There are unfortunately very few sources in English aside from the shoujo manga Wikipedia page that cites Sabrina as the first romcom movie that inspired the emergence of romcom as a genre in shoujo.

I found this interesting japanese article about the history of shoujo manga that says (translation is mine so it may not be perfectly accurate): "[Audrey Hepburn's] dark hair and petite, slender figure made her appearance closer to that of a japanese, unlike other more glamorous looking foreign actresses. Her looks, paired with outfits made by Givenchy, quickly made her a fashion leader in Japan."

According to this article, the manga "Ojousan Tantei Series" (1958~1961) by Imamura Tsutomu & Imamura Yoko (father and daughter) used Hepburn as inspiration for the fashion worn by the main character.

The article also names Mizuno Hideko as a shoujo mangaka inspired by Hepburn, who made a manga adaptation of a Roman Holiday in 1966. According to this other blog, Mizuno's adaptation (originally published in an issue of Ribbon Magazine) didn't face copyright issues on release day but as time passed and copyrights became more strict, it was never printed again. That is, until 2007, when the copyright for the film expired and the manga adaptation was published in its own copy (as shown below).

And of course I can't not mention that it is also one of Mizuno Hideko's manga adaptations, this time of Sabrina under the title "Suteki na Cola", that is cited on Wikipedia as the first shoujo romcom.

There are other shoujo mangaka who were clearly inspired by Hepburn like Tani Yukiko (most obvious in her fashion illustrations and her various illustrations of Hepburn) and Chikae Ide who made a manga adaptation of Green Mansions following the release of the movie, which starred Hepburn (and Tani Yukiko made the cover for that adaptation..!)

Audrey Hepburn's legacy is truly impressive and, chances are, without her remarkable popularity amongst japanese teen girls at the time, the shoujo romcom as we know it today may have only been popularized later !

[tavolgisvist]

… we always had that thing that our names would go on songs even if we didn’t write them. It was never a legal deal between Paul and me, just an agreement when we were fifteen or sixteen to put both our names on our songs.

(John Lennon, 1980, All We Are Saying by David Sheff)

1969

September, 9

-John, Paul and George held a meeting at Apple

John then addressed the agreement under which he and Paul had worked since 1962, in which any song written by either of them was credited to Lennon-McCartney. They rarely collaborated anymore, and most fans could tell who wrote what. John proposed, with no objection from Paul, that their future songs be published under their individual names. Notably, Lennon made a point of saying that they had to find a way to announce this compositional de-linking in a way that would not lead to “Beatles Splitting” rumors.

(The McCartney Legacy Volume 1. 1969-73 by Allan Kozinn and Adrian Sinclair, 2022)

September, 13 -the Plastic Ono Band’s debut in Toronto

September, 19 -ATV bought shares from the Consortium and reached just under 50% ownership of Northern Songs

September, 20 (16?) -John tells he had decided to leave band

Klein asked John to wait until the contracts were finalized before he started talk that the Beatles were disbanding. But that didn’t keep John from enjoying the satisfaction of telling Paul. Shortly after John’s return from Toronto, he demanded a meeting at Apple. Paul arrived, his usual magnanimous self, full of plans for new Beatles projects. But no matter what Paul suggested, John kept saying, “No, I don’t want to do that,” or “No, I’m not interested.” The discussion finally dissolved into a mean argument, which Paul finally recovered from by launching into one of his Beatle-pep talks, one of those “Toppermost of the Poppermost” things. “When everything is said and done,” he summed up, “we’re still the Beatles, aren’t we?” “Aw fuck,” John said, “I ain’t no Beatle.” Paul wouldn’t hear it. “Of course you are—” “I’m not!” John shouted, “Don’t you understand? It’s over! Over! I want a divorce, just like the divorce I got from Cynthia! Can’t you get it through your bloody head?” The meeting ended shortly after with John rushing down the stairs, Yoko right behind him, shouting, “It’s over! Finished!” Still, John said nothing to the press, and when he and Yoko left Savile Row that afternoon in their white Rolls-Royce, Paul still somehow believed that John would calm down and there would always be the Beatles.

(The Love You Make by Peter Brown, 1983)

Klein persuaded John to remain silent until the EMI deal was ratified by both sides. John’s news was no more welcome to Klein than it was to the other Beatles. But that was not the only reason Klein wanted John to keep mum. He knew that John could be volatile, and he thought there was a chance that John would reconsider once he’d weighed the pros and cons of going it on his own or continuing as a Beatle. But that was only likely to happen if John kept the plan to himself for a while. <…> Klein’s only option was to swear all the Beatles to secrecy for some indeterminate amount of time after the new EMI deal was in effect. The four Beatles signed the EMI contract on September 20, 1969, but it still had to be ratified by EMI. But John added a proviso.

(The McCartney Legacy Volume 1. 1969-73 by Allan Kozinn and Adrian Sinclair, 2022)

'John had made it clear that he wanted to be the one to announce the split,' Linda McCartney explained years later, 'since it was his idea.' 'He wanted to be first,' her husband confirmed. 'But I didn't realise it would hurt him that much or that it mattered who was first.'

(You Never Give Me Your Money. The Beatles: After the Breakup by Peter Doggett, 2009)

September, 25

-ATV increased its shareholding to 54%, effectively controlling Northern Songs -John recorded Cold Turkey

October, 20 -(US) and 25 (UK) - Cold Turkey released as a single, the first song for which John took sole credit, not Lennon-McCartney

October, 22 -Paul had flown from London to Scotland with Linda, Mary and Heather

1970 April, 9

- was published press release 'McCartney' (all songs with sole writing credits to Paul)

Q: "Are you planning a new album or single with the Beatles?" PAUL: "No." Q: "Do you foresee a time when Lennon-McCartney becomes an active songwriting partnership again?" PAUL: "No."

_________

And then a year later, Paul announced it, right? [laughs; bleak] Good ol’… That was a great trick, you know. Because maybe that’s how when he – [very quiet] He felt that’s how he had to do it. So.

(John Lennon, January 1st, 1976, interview with Elliot Mintz)

[whoops-all-jennas]

Past Lives pt 6.

Wednesday x witch!reader

"I've got this strangest feeling."

"This isn't our first time around."

Summary: During Outreach Day, you and Wednesday try to get information on Joseph Crackstone.

Warnings: emetophobia (I will mark the section that has this)

Bag over my head for optimal disorientation, wrists tied tight enough to cut off circulation, and no idea if I'm going to live or die.

They pull the bags off Y/n and I's head with a light blasting into our faces.

"Who dares breach our inner sanctum." It's clearly Bianca putting on a voice.

"You can take the mask off Bianca." I state with disappointment in my voice, looking to Y/n who is still adjusting to the light

Bianca takes off her mask and dims the projector that was blinding us. The rest of the organization does the same revealing some faces I recognize and names I know.

I feel the rope tied around my wrists moving by itself, untying the knot. I hold the rope after to not draw suspicion. "Wait, I preferred you with it on."

Bianca makes a teasing expression with her face until Xavier joins. "How'd you get down here?"

"Rowan showed us." I realized Y/n likes feeling involved, so I try to show her involvement in my words.

I motioned my eyes down towards my left hip. "Left pocket."

Xavier moves first and finds the drawing Rowan gave us in my left pocket.

"We tracked the watermark to the Poe Statue then we solved the riddle."

"Wait, there's a riddle? I thought we just snapped twice?" The boy with a black eye, I assume the one trying to sabotage the Poe Cup says while the rest of the organization groan.

"Well, aren't you the brightest in the bunch?" The boy stares at Wednesday with an annoyed, yet unconfident look.

"The Nightshades are an elite social club, emphasis on elite." Bianca states, refocusing the conversation.

"We have parties, campouts, the occasional midnight skinny dip." The girl who I know as Enid's friend speaks for the first time.

"And Yoko's an amateur mixologist, She makes a killer virgin mojito. It can get pretty wild." The snakes slither around Ajax's beanie at the thought of this 'killer virgin mojito.'

I was about to tease them until your voice fills the room. "Do you guys have scheduled play dates too?"

It seems I'm rubbing off onto her. "Last I heard the Nightshades had been disbanded." I say, trying to siphon any information I can get.

"Yeah, the group kinda lost its charter thirty years ago after some normie kid died." Xavier states, Yoko barely lets Xavier finish speaking. "But, we have a lot of wealthy alumni, so Weems looks the other way as long as nobody makes any waves."

"Someone like Rowan?" I find myself interjecting, trying to get as much actually important information as possible.

"We booted that loser last semester." Bianca's face was met with a look from Xavier, he clearly didn't like her wording. "Question is, what are we gonna do with them? Only members are allowed in this library."

The members look at each with uncertain looks on their faces for a moment.

"I say we invite them to pledge." Xavier is met with Bianca giving him a bewildered look. "They're both a legacy." Xavier points at a picture of my parents, unsure how he knows about Y/n's parents being past members.

"I'm a legacy?" I look to you, you have a confused look on your face.

"After the crap they pulled at the Poe Cup, there's no way in hell." Bianca speaks over you, not providing an answer. "You wanna talk about waves? She's a tsunami." She points specifically at me.

Does she not see you as a threat?

"Just because we beat you at your own game?" I involve Y/n back into the conversation. "Let me save you trouble, we're not interested in joining."

"Are you seriously turning us down?" Yoko says shocked, as if a secret society that has a bed time would interest me.

"Can you believe it?" I say in a teasing tone, Bianca and Yoko stare at each in shock.

"Untie her." Bianca demands, Xavier starts to move before I interject.

"Y/n untied us 5 minutes ago." I hold the rope in front of me while Y/n just drops it behind her. Bianca looks at you with shock. She clearly underestimates you.

I walk towards the exit with you following. The boy from before blocks the exit.

"Do you want a matching black eye?" I force the rope onto him as he moves out of the way. We walk up the stairs until I stop near the top. "It's amateurs like you who give kidnapping a bad name."

We continue walking up the steps, leaving the library. "You're really good at that, the quips I mean." Your voice faintly reaches the library, fading away as you both continue to increase the distance.

Wednesday and I are looking at the journal we stole while we stand in the quad, looking at the picture's contrast to the location.

"All students will report for their volunteer jobs at ten a.m. sharp, followed by a community lunch at one." Weems voice fills the quad as the students go quiet.

"As you know, this years Outreach Day culminates in a very special event, the dedication of a new memorial statue in town square. Which will also include performances by Nevermore students."

"How much you want to bet it's going to be a statue of Joseph Crackstone?" I whisper to Wednesday rhetorically.

"Who's Joseph Crackstone?" Wednesday whispers back, curiosity in her monotone voice.

"He's this pilgrim who led a movement to kill all the witches in town, and is the founder of Jericho. There's a reason magic parents don't send their kids to this school." I state, finding Wednesday staring at the picture in the journal before bringing my attention back to Weems speech.

"As representatives of our school, I trust you will all put your best face forward."

Teachers start handing out our volunteer jobs. I receive mine before Wednesday does and open it to discover that I've been assigned to Pilgrim World.

I audibly groan. "I'll be right back, I need to persuade Weems to change mine. I don't want to be volunteering at a place where I'll hear about other witches being burned all day."

I start to approach Weems, who's in the same spot. "Principal Weems, I don't think Pilgrim World is a good idea for me. I don't want to be hearing about witch burnings all day."

"I'm so sorry Y/n, I didn't realize. How inconsiderate of me. We'll have you switch with another student."

Wednesday approaches from behind before grabbing my elbow to drag me away from Weems. "She was just over exaggerating, she'll be volunteering at Pilgrim World."

I turn to Wednesday, asking with my eyes 'What are you doing?!' I find Wednesday's eyes staring at me back. She's giving me this look that she gives me while we investigate, but with a pleading look behind her eyes.

My face goes back to a neutral expression as the plan clicks in my head. "Wednesday's right, I'll be okay at Pilgrim World. I don't want to make it harder for anyone else."

Wednesday starts to drag me away. In the corner of my eye I see Ajax, who has his paper wide open reading 'Uriah's Heap'.

"Wednesday, may I speak to you for a moment before you both head off?" Weems says, stopping us in our tracks. I glance down at Wednesday's volunteer sheet to also find it says 'Uriah's Heap'.'

Before Weems starts talking I hold out my volunteer sheet to Wednesday with my back towards Weems, motioning my eyes to her assignment.

Wednesday immediately understands and switches assignments with me.

I immediately head to Enid who I overheard she also is volunteering at Pilgrim World. "Enid we need to switch assignments. Consider it a I scratch your back you scratch mine situation."

"What'd you get?" Enid asks, curiosity in her voice.

I hold up the volunteer assignment. "Oh this is Wednesday's." Enid immediately makes a face of disgust.

"No thanks Y/n." Enid is about to turn around to leave.

"Ajax will be volunteering there." My words make Enid freeze in place. She quickly turns back around with excitement on her face, jumping to switch assignments.

"Thank you! thank you!" Enid grabs me into a hug, lifting my feet off the ground. She sets me back down with the biggest smile.

"I won't forget this Y/n!" She says before running off.

Wednesday and I approach Pilgrim World as the old timey music fills our ears. "Let's get this over with." I make eye contact with Wednesday before we follow the rest of the group.

I roll my eyes as we pass an old man in a pilgrim costume exclaiming about the times of witch trials.

"Hey Wednesday, wanna grab a hummers group photo?" Eugene states after watching some other students taking a photo.

"I didn't know you were friends with Eugene." I say to Wednesday, met with her turning her head to me before interrupted by a woman in a pilgrim costume.

"Good morrow, my young Nevermore kin. I am Mistress Arlene, a real OC." We're all silent for a moment. "An original colonist."

I run my hand over my face, already annoyed at what this will bring.

"Now prithee, put your cellphones on vibrate and make haste, for you're about to travel back in time to the year of our Lord 1625, to Jericho's first pilgrim settlement."

Arlene turns and starts walking with perfect posture, stopping before an old building.

"Behold, the meeting house. Inside is a collection of artifacts related to Jericho's most beloved and pious founder, Joseph Crackstone."

Wednesday and I turn our heads to each other to meet each other's gaze, as if we're communicating through our eyes.

Wednesday takes a step forward. "I haveth a query." I find myself smiling at her vocabulary.

"Pray, be quick, child." Arlene looks down upon Wednesday due to the height difference.

"In the meeting house, which of Joseph Crackstone's artifacts are on display?" She says, gaving up on speaking in old English.

"It's truly a treasure trove, including original farm tools, tableware, and even the Crackstone's family chamber pot."

"Sounds fascinating, Y/n and I volunteer to work there." She turns around to meet your gaze until Arlene interjects.

"Pray, no. That exhibit is being renovated. Today, thou will all be working at the beating heart of Pilgrim World.

I find Eugene, Wednesday, and I staring at the sign on a building.

"Ye Olde Fudgery?" Eugene says with a hint of excitement.

"More like Ye Olde Diabetes in a box." I find myself smiling at Wednesday's quip.

Arlene stands carrying a basket of pilgrim costumes. "Volunteers, prick up thine ears. Fudge is the lifeblood of our humble community." She pauses for a moment. "And samples equal sales, so grab a uniform and a box and make our forefathers proud."

Wednesday holds up the headgear with her index finger and thumb as if it's carrying a disease. "Are these for muzzling tourists?"

I'm standing outside next to Bianca giving away samples in the costume Arlene gave us. Bianca's pretending I don't exist, but it's not like I want to interact with her anyways.

I see the three bullies approaching Eugene who is on the floor. I preemptively put my tray on the floor and pull out my wand, slowly approaching before the situation unfolds.

-EMETOPHOBIA WARNING-

The three boys force Eugene to stand up. "Check out this greedy little freak."

"Please, I need to get back to the..." Eugene's stomach audibly rumbles. He gags for a moment before throwing up all over one of the boys.

-END OF WARNING-

"Get over here!" The boy grabs Eugene, directing him to a stockade nearby.

I point my wand at the boy. "Tarantallegra."

The boys feet stumble for a moment, soon finding a rhythm as he starts dancing with his feet.

"Dude what are you doing?" Lucas asks, one of his eyebrows raised.

"I'm not meaning to!" The tapping of his feet fill the field.

The other boy looks around and eventually ends his eyes on me with my wand by my side. He starts approaching my rapidly, anger written on his face.

"You filthy little witch!"

I instinctively take a step back before Wednesday suddenly appears. Standing between us. "Howdy Pilgrim."

His face changes from one of anger to fear, taking a step back. He turns around to go back to his friends. "Let's go guys."

They have to guide the dancing guy to where they're going, the dancing jinx still in effect.

"Thanks." I say, Wednesday turning to me before turning back around to go see Eugene.

"Let's get you cleaned up."

We're off to the side, Wednesday wiping at Eugene's clothes before turning to me. I approach with more napkins. "Don't you have a spell for this or something?"

"Not really." I crouch down next to Wednesday, helping her clean off Eugene's clothes.

It is silent for a moment. "Nobody's ever stood up for me before."

"You said Hummers stick together."

"I know this might come as a shock, but I don't really have any other friends besides you and Y/n." Eugene says with vulnerability in his voice.

I expect Wednesday to say something sarcastic, surprised when she's silent for a moment.

"You remind me of my brother, sans the desire to strangle him every waking moment."

Wednesday stands, looking down upon Eugene as he stays sitting. "Now follow me. I need to know more about this Crackstone."

I look to Wednesday, excited that we're finally about to do something besides volunteer work. "We have a meeting house to break into."

We approach the back entrance of the meeting house which is locked shut. Wednesday holds out her hand to Eugene. "Hand me your retainer."

It looks as if Eugene was going to say something in response.

"That won't be necessary." I pull out my wand, pointing it at the lock before making a circular motion with my wrist. "Alohamora." There are sounds of the lock shifting before it becomes unhatched.

"How many spells do you know?" Wednesday states, seemingly dumb founded at the range of magic I know.

I grab the lock before throwing it on the floor. "If you could do magic wouldn't you try to learn everything you can?" I open the door, leaving it open for Wednesday to follow in behind me.

"Keep watch." Wednesday directs to Eugene as she closes the door behind us.

Wednesday takes her backpack off, pouring Thing out of it onto a display case. Wednesday takes a moment and stares at the statue in the center.

"Wednesday check this out." I call to her in front of a painting. "Is that the girl you said you saw in your vision?" I point to a girl with blonde hair in two braids.

She approaches the painting, her eyes going wide. "She's also holding the same book."

I turn to investigate more, seeing a black book in a display case. "Like this black book?"

Wednesday quickly approaches the display case, staring at the book. I point at the book. "Codex Umbrarüm, that's latin for-"

"Book of shadows." You both say simultaneously before Wednesday opens the display case, opening the book to find blank pages.

"Great, it's a fake." Wednesday closes the book looking at the back of the cover to find an Etsy sticker on the bottom right corner.

"I don't know who Etsy is, but I doubt she was an outcast settler."

I can't help but smile at Wednesday's lack of Internet knowledge.

My smile fades as the sound of the door opening fills the room, Arlene enters dragging Eugene in with her. "Just what the fudge are you two doing in here."

"Mistress Arlene, how now."

"How now, indeed. I proclaimed the meeting house is under repair. I know thoust heard me."

"I told them the door was unlocked and you both were dying to learn more about Crackstone." Eugene says, defending us.

"Yes, and this display case was already open." Wednesday glances towards the case, the book still in her arms.

"The books a replica."

"You don't say." I state sarcastically

Her eyes meet mine with annoyance. "The original was stolen in the early 90s from the Gates family."

"It was probably the only authentic thing you have in here, yet you still charge $29.95 a ticket?"

"Hold thy tongue. I'm reassigning you all, to fudge churning duty." Eugene sighs disappointingly while I give him an apologetic look.

"The original meeting house, the one in the painting, where is it?" Wednesday says, prying for more information.

Arlene sighs, giving up on being in character. "How the hell should I know? I only moved here from Scottsdale in April."

Xavier heads to a table while wearing a weathervane apron. He notices Y/n and I. "I thought you both were supposed to be at Pilgrim World."

We both turned around. "Decided to leave before I lost my sanity." Y/n says with a smile while we approach the counter.

"Oh yeah? You two want a coffee? It's one of the many perks of this wonderful assignment." Xavier says with sarcasm laced in his voice.

"I'm actually here for Tyler." I say, met with Xavier looking at me with a disappointed look.

"I told you he was bad news."

"Y/n did too, but who I speak to is my business" I ring the bell. Shortly after, Tyler shows up from behind us. Before I see Tyler I see Y/n giving Xavier an apologetic look.

"You rang?"

Xavier looks between all of us, shaking his head before walking away.

"You want the usual?" Tyler asks, trying to ignore Y/n

"Something for Y/n as well, and your help." I turn to an empty table unfolding a map. "You know the original pilgrim meeting house, the one from the 1600s? You know if it's still around?"

"What's left is out in Cobham Woods, but it's pretty much a ruin."

"Show us."

Tyler points to a spot on the map. I quickly grab the map and start leaving with Y/n trailing behind me.

"That place is pretty sketchy, want me to help?" Tyler raises his voice so we can hear him before we leave.

"No." I say while opening the door, not even turning back to look at him.

The sound of Y/n and I's footsteps echo among the trees of the forest, the leaves having shades of yellow, red, and orange.

When we both approach the building it's pretty much nothing but ruins of what it use to be, like Tyler told us.

After we enter I put my bag in the ground, Thing leaving the bag a moment later. Thing quickly speaks through hand movements.

"I expected more too." I say, looking down at Thing.

"What are you doing here little girl?" A man with a scruffy white beard and layers of rough clothes says while appearing from one of the corners.

"Use the words 'little' and 'girl' to address me again and I can't guarantee your safety."

"This is my place, get out!" The man shouts towards us both.

"Y/n a hand here." I looks at you with an expecting look on my face before you pull out your wand and point it towards his pants near his feet.

"Ignis Illusio." The pants near his shoes catch on fire, startling the man.

He hops on one foot, patting the fire with his hand to attempt to put the fire out. He makes high pitched groans of panic while running out of the building.

I look towards Y/n with a small mischievous smile. "Ignis Illusio, or fire illusion, is a harmless charm that merely creates the illusion of fire."

The smile fades after knowing it wasn't real.

I immediately start to look around again. "There's nothing here."

"What if you just started touching stuff? see if you can activate a vision or something?" You suggest while also looking around.

"My visions happen spontaneously, I don't believe that would work." Thing starts tapping on the ground to communicate with me.

"I would rather dye my hair pink than ask my mother for advice." I see Y/n holding back a smile.

Thing gestures back to your idea of me touching stuff in hopes of triggering a vision.

"You want me to prove it to you?"

I place my hand on a wooden beam.

"No."

I head towards the wall, placing my hands on the mantle of a fireplace.

"Nothing."

I start to approach an empty Taco Bell bag.

"Wends, I think we get it." You say as I grab the bag, giving you a look for referring to me with a nickname. There is instant regret on your face.

"I bet this one will give us some insight." I hold out the bag in front of me and throw my head back, pretending to have a vision, before dropping the bag to the ground. I walk past you and, like usual, you start following me again.

"My visions are as predictable as shark attacks" I mutter to myself before grabbing the handle to the entrance and proceeding to throw my head back, actually entering a vision this time.

"Wednesday!" You shout before you go to catch me.

My surroundings suddenly change as I stumble to the ground. I hear people chanting phrases like "Burn her!" and "Devil spawn!"

I look to the side and see a crowd of people holding torches, pushing a girl around the center of said crowd.

I go behind a barrel to watch from the shadows.

A pilgrim with a staff walks through the crowd. "Goody Addams!" He shouts, bringing everyone's attention to him, the crowd becoming quiet.

"You have been judged before God and found guilty." I look on in curiosity, trying to remember every detail.

"You are a witch, a sorceress, Lucifer's mistress herself. For your sins, you will burn this night, and suffer the flames of eternal hellfire."

"I am innocent." Goody looks up towards Joseph as she is on the ground. "It is you, Joseph Crackstone, that should be tried."

I look at Joseph Crackstone, now having a real face to name rather than a wax statue.

"We were here before you, living in harmony with nature and the native folk. But you have stolen the land, slaughtered the innocent! you have robbed us of our peaceful spirit!"

Goody, hiding a blade, quietly draws it to her side where no one can see it. "You are the true monster, all of you!"

Goody quickly stands, slashing the knife to Joseph's face, blood trickling down his cheek. The crowd grabs Goody by her arms in shock.

"The Devil ne'er sent such a demon." Joseph exclaims, slapping Goody with the back of his hand, the crowd cheering.

"And I will send you back!" The crowd starts pushing Goody towards the meeting house, Goody struggling to escape their grasp.

"No!" Goody exclaims before she is thrown into the meeting house.

I manage to sneak in before the crowd shuts the doors.

"Elsie!" Goody calls out while running towards a girl, the other girl I saw in my vision, rattling the chains that bind you to floor desperately. Her long white hair tangled to the chains

I can see her face this time and instantly recognize it as you.

"Goody please, listen. This is my time, but it doesn't have to be our last time seeing one and other." Elsie says desperately to Goody, grabbing her attention.

"I need a string, any string please!" Goody, without hesitation, rips at a heam in her dress and rips it into a long string.

"Take my hand, wrap the string around our hands." Goody looks Elsie in the eyes with fear as they're interrupted.

"Set it ablaze!" is heard from outside as the sound of fire is heard and the sight of it on the walls. Goody looks towards where the words were coming from before being brought back by Elsie.

"Hurry please! I can't imagine another life without you!" Elsie cries with desperation. Goody, without hesitation, interlocks her open hand around Elsie's, wrapping the white string around the two.

Elsie closes her eyes and is silent for a moment to focus while Goody looks at her face, unaware to what is happening.

"Haec chorda semper nos alliget." Elsie starts chanting the incantations with fear in her voice, the string is starting to illuminate a red light, brighter and brighter.

"Quantumvis implicitum vel edoctum, rursus se invicem inveniemus." The string is the brightest it's been before it embeds itself into their skin, soon disappearing. Elsie finishes the incantation with a smile and tears falling down her face. "We will meet again I promise Goody." Elsie says with a painful, yet hopeful smile.

"It may be in a different form, or a different time, but we will meet again."

"I mustn't leave you here still" Goody desperately pulls on the chains on Elsie's wrist, she can't imagine life without her either.

"You must, avenge us Goody. You're the only one!" Elsie cries. "Go!"

Goody grabs her face as their lips touch for their final kiss, tears streaming down their faces.

"I love you." Goody says with glossy eyes, pain lacing her voice, before going to the fireplace to hide under a trapdoor.

"I love you too." Elsie says to herself her final words, with the same hopeful smile, waiting for the day they'll again meet.

Wednesday feels like she's moving backwards while staying in place until everything goes black.

I abruptly sit up, waking up to the sound of rain.

I quickly acknowledge you over me with your wand out, casting a barrier above us acting as an umbrella.

"Y/n, I saw them! The people from my visions." I say while looking into your eyes.

There's something new in my eyes that wasn't there before, some sort of softness.

"Her name is Goody Addams, and I believe she's my ancestor from 400 years ago." You look at me with the same softness.

"Was there anything else in the vision?" You ask before you're interrupted by the sound of a footstep from outside the ruins of the meeting house.

I stand up, approaching the wall, with you behind me still providing safety from the rain.

"Must've been the man from earlier." You state, breaking the silence.

The eye of the monster peers through the hole. Pupil unnaturally dilated and filled with bloodlust.

You grab me by the elbow, pulling me back as the monster runs away. "Come on Wednesday we have to go!" You say while grabbing my bag after Thing enters it, handing me my bag with your trembling hand.

We're both running in the rain, mud splashing with every step, covering each other's clothes. I slow down after seeing unnatural foot prints.

You follow me as I follow the prints as they turn into human ones.

"The monster's human."

I say before turning around to you as you go to grab your phone to take pictures as evidence, accidentally dropping it on the ground causing the lens to be covered in mud.

"Shit." You exclaim to yourself, trying to clean it as fast as you can. We both hear footsteps approaching from behind us.

"What the hell are you two doing?" The voice of Xavier cuts through the air.

I quickly turn to him, startled at his sudden appearance. "We were following the monster."

"You saw it? Xavier says with a hint of fear in his voice. "Its here? Do you have a death wish or something?"

You find your way into the conversation. "What are you doing here?"

"I overheard you say you're going to the old meeting house, I guess its lucky I showed up when I did."

"I did learn one thing, the monster is human. We saw the monster footprints turn into human ones." I say after you finish getting the mud off the lens of your phone as you go to take a picture of the footprints.

"Shit." You say interrupting their conversation and they both look towards you, holding your phone sideways. "The footprints are gone."

Xavier scoffs before I look back at him. "I know what I saw." I look disapprovingly at Xavier, he's clearly annoyed about our interaction with Tyler.

"I'm trying to keep an open mind."

"How big of you." You gave me a look at the attitude I'm giving him. It's silent for a moment besides the sound of our footsteps.

"I do think you might be right about Rowan." Xavier breaks the silence.

Y/n and I glance at each for a moment. "Why the sudden change of heart?"

"I texted him again today. I said maybe we could meet up for spring break and go snowboarding like we did last year. This time he texted right back, said he wouldn't be able to make it."

"But I went camping with you and your family last spring break." Y/n adds. Xavier nods in response.

"Part of me wanted to blame his recent weirdness. I didn't want to think something bad has happened" He says, moving his wet hair out of his face.

"The cover-up is always worse than the crime." I state flatly.

Xavier stops in place, causing both of us to look back at him. I almost step out from under your umbrella.

"I want you to be honest with me. Why'd you two come out to the old meeting house in the first place?"

"I was trying to learn more about Crackstone. Figure out how he's connected to this."

"Yeah, you were trying to use your psychic abilities, right?"

I give him a look of confusion. "What makes you think I have any?"

"Lucky guess, when did they start?"

"About a year ago." I turn to keep moving, causing everyone else to follow.

"When they happen it feels like I'm touching live wire. I usually enjoy the sensation." I see Y/n smiling at my description

"But you can't control it and that freaks you out. I've lived with a self-described master, and the first thing he'll tell you is that visions can't be trusted. You only see a part of the image." Xavier explains while staring at the ground while he walks.

"I saw Joseph Crackstone in front of me as clearly as I'm seeing you now. He gathered all the outcasts into the meeting house and burned them alive." Your face tenses at the mention of burning more outcasts.

"Okay, he was a sadist asshole. So what it-"

I see your mouth agape, anger building in your eyes.

"A sadist asshole? That's it?! People who make those impossible stages on Mario Maker are sadistic assholes, this guy is a monster!" There is raw emotion in your voice.

"Y/n you know I didn't mean it like that-"

"You know witches were a primary focus in these hunts right? They were called 'Witch Burnings' for a reason!" The magic field that was acting as an umbrella was pulsating above Y/n and I. All the topics of witch burning of today has built up inside her till this point, pushing her over the edge.

"Y/n, I-"

"I don't want to hear it right now." You say loudly, your energy quickly depleating from your emotions. You speed up to walk ahead of the group.

I stand in the rain for a moment looking between you two before I follow you, leaving Xavier where he is as he stands there awkwardly. A few raindrops have gotten my clothes and hair wet.

You let out a big sigh, releasing some of the pent up emotion.

"Did you learn anything else from your vision Wends?" You ask with your voice trembling a little bit. It was clear you wanted to move on from what just happened.

I don't give her a look of disapprovement this time to the nickname, and it's not because of the situation. Ever since that vision something happened in the way that I see you, something that is willing me to tolerate your nickname.

I'm silent for a few seconds before glancing at you again. "No, that's all." I don't know how she'll react if I tell her that potentially our souls are connected and that we were lovers in our past lives.

The rain starts to slow down as you both continue walking towards Jericho, your clothes muddy and dirty from the rain.

The ceremony for Crackstone's Statue is soon, which I can't imagine you are excited about after all the events today.

"It is my honor to celebrate our town's history and Jericho's former forefather, Joseph Crackstone. Now he believed with a happy heart, and an open ear, there was nothing our town couldn't achieve." The mayor is speaking into a microphone standing next to Weems in front of the new statue dedicated to Joseph Crackstone.

I'm sitting in the bleachers while Wednesday is forced to sit with the band with her cello. I found myself gripping the loose fabric of my skirt while listening to his speech. All the emotions of today building up.

I feel a gentle hand go over mine. "Hey, are you okay?" I find Enid's eyes looking into mine with concern.

My hands loosen up at the contact. "Yeah I'm okay, thanks for checking in on me."

She gives me a gentle smile before focusing back to the speech.

I zone out again, staring at the statue. Every word the mayor says goes in one ear out the other until I hear music playing.

The music isn't very good, which is also annoying to listen to.

I half way zone back in at the motion of Mayor Walker pressing a button, causing the fountain to activate.

The anger bubbles silently inside me until suddenly,

It's gone.

It's as if all the pent up emotion has evaporated from my body, met with the colors of red and orange centering my vision. The sounds of the band replaced by the muted sounds of screaming and panic. I can faintly hear the sounds of a cello rendition of Vivaldi's Winter.

"Y/n! Y/n! We have to go!" I zone back in to Enid pushing me out of the trance I was in. I witness the statue burning in front of me, seeing the face of the statue melting. I clearly hear Wednesday's cello over the panic vs how muted it sounded before.

Enid pulls me out of the bleachers by my arm. We start running down the street with the rest of the panicked crowd.

Did I do that?

Part 7.

Past Lives Masterlist

a/n: we're finally caught up to the preview guys! There are some differences in here compared to the preview so if you skipped that section in this chapter I'd recommend going back and reading it. I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter as much as it fried my brain to write :p

[merrysithmas]

Elton John: *reading this quote and going insane and calling John Lennon at 2am to have a Gay Chat with him* Mate I need you to put on your glasses and face the truth

Can you link the interview where Paul says he wishes he were a girl because of John…

I’m familiar with the one with Yoko where she says if Paul were a girl but not one where Paul says it himself.

Thanks!!

sorry i was going crazy trying to find this you should've seen me in a public coffee shop scrolling through my entire mclennon tag for this but here you go!

here's the important and insane bit that he really said out loud on CAMERA

"Mm. It was, yeah. Um, in our songwriting, I had signs that the group was gonna break up, because… I mean, I think really what it was, really all that happened was that John fell in love. With Yoko. And so, with such a powerful alliance like that, it was difficult for him to still be seeing me. It was as if I was another girlfriend, almost. Our relationship was a strong relationship. And if he was to start a new relationship, he had to put this other one away. And I understood that. I mean, I couldn’t stand in the way of someone who’d fallen in love. You can’t say, “Who’s this?” You can’t really do that. If I was a girl, maybe I could go out and… But you know I mean in this case I just sort of said, right – I mean, I didn’t say anything, but I could see that was the way it was going to go, and that Yoko would be very sort of powerful for him. So um, we all had to get out the way. I don’t blame her. You know, you can’t blame her for being the object of his love."

[uispeccoll]

#TastyTuesday

On this day in 1960, The Beatles (John, Paul, George, and Ringo) recorded music for the first time together at Akustik Studio. I’m sure they had no idea then what their legacy would become, such as inspiring a pun-filled cookbook seen here. She Came in Through the Kitchen Window by Stephen J. Spignesi (Szathmary TX714 .S638 2000) is chock-full of recipes inspired by the Fab Four and their music, including “Can’t Buy Me Fudge”, “The Scallops of John and Yoko”, and “Turkey to Ride”. Intermixed with photos and interesting anecdotes, this is a real treat for any Beatlemaniacs out there, or maybe just those who need some recipe inspiration.  

-Kaylee S., Olson Graduate Research Assistant

[ceofjohnlennon]

44 years ago, we lost one of the greatest stars of our culture, but not only that: As fans, we lost the foundation that sustains our dreams and our humanity that taught us so much in so many areas of life. John Lennon is gone, but his legacy will never fade from the earth or the universe - even other planets have heard his art. John, for me, is a constant inspiration despite his physical absence on this plane we live in. Every day I learn more with and for him. He made me be myself without any shame and embrace my sometimes bitter sincerity, he taught me that what matters is us, the present, and the rest we live later, and that the past is over and we can fix the wrong. When I was born, he was no longer here, but it is as if he is still here today because he is in each one of us who love him daily, as Yoko Ono herself told us in 2010. May today not be a day of sadness for the loss, but rather a celebration of what the world had. John Lennon is eternal: today, yesterday, tomorrow and forever. And from fan to fan: Feel embraced today. Understand this different feeling of missing someone we don't live with. It's not strange, it's beautiful. This love is beautiful, like John and you, and us. Peace and love! 🕊🤍

[crepesuzette2023]

☕️ What do you think The Beatles legacy would be if George and John had lived and Paul and Ringo hadn’t?

That is an excellent question. And I think much of my answer depends — apologies for being morbid — on the time and circumstance of Paul and Ringo's death...

But that way lies overthinking.

It's tempting to assume that the Beatles legacy as we know it wouldn't exist, had it been up to John and George to tend to it, but I don't agree. They all shared the attitude, to varying degrees, that they themselves had the right to slag off the Beatles, but others did not. John said he was a Beatles fan again after the bitterness of the breakup, but even The Rutles is a love story of a kind—it's hilarious in the way you can only be when you know someone very well. John also greatly admired Paul as a musician and songwriter, and I think it's safe to say neither George nor John carried painful unfinished business for Ringo.

Thus.

With the Anthology material being available...I can imagine John and George doing something with it (or, if Paul had died at around the time John was murdered (*shiver*) the three of them: John, George, and Ringo...and Paul's Avian Aspect).

Depending on 'the critical reception of Paul McCartney (and Wings)' after Paul's early death in this scenario, I can see John and the others go into full defense mode, should critics overstep in downplaying Paul's talent!

I can also see a difference with the Beatles legacy as we know it: I think with John & George setting the tone, there would have been more criticism of the way the Beatles were captives of their fame, the whole 'we gave our nervous system' experience. Don't ask me why, but I don't think there would have been an "army buddies" narrative. Perhaps there would have been a greater focus on their artistic differences in the end (especially George's frustrations), but also, with Paul not present, great fondness for Paul.

I don't know what this says about me, but I spent an hour on this grey and lightless day walking outside listening to the audio of Lennon Remembers (thank you, One Sweet Dream podcast), and one thing I realized was that even then, John was really defensive about the Beatles and especially Paul the second someone else (including Yoko) started to criticize them. That makes me think that the Beatles legacy would have been in *excellent* hands with him! Not the intended effect of the interview, I'm sure, sorry John (said with love).

Thanks for listening if you're still here.

[stewy]

this man was fed arsenic milk as a child btw.

i wish sean ono lennon would kill himself.